CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Hearing someone knock at the double doors of the building caused Constance to look alive from where she was sitting on the enormous pipe, Indian style with a black pipe in her grip. A satanic smile curled her lips and she pushed off of it, leaping down to the surface. Landing with the grace of a feline, she slowly stood erect. The building was so dark all she could make out was a short silhouette as it came through the door, moving in her direction. The double doors closed shut behind it.
“I knew that you’d come, even though you know you stand about a snow ball’s chance in hell at beating me head up.” Constance closed her eyes and shook her head, looking back up at her opponent. “That pride is a muthafucka, boy, and it’s going to be the death of you.” She threw down the
